Morning In The Tavern

The messenger took up the cup, quaffed the wine, and called for more. Every Sufi in the tavern stretched out his empty cup. When an angel in the morning leads the way, what else can we do but follow his example? He tells, without speaking, that today, above and below, will be a day of drunkenness... Then he slips away, as we carouse with fresh wine and new poems. The angel ascending wishes all of God's missions could be accomplished so easily, with so much time to spare. Daniel, even the scent of wine intoxicates you, and, wonder of wonders, five times today you will write a poem!